Miriam Schwartz - Family affair

"Okay, bitch," he said, taking out his cock. "It's time for you to get fucked."

Cindy screamed, clawing and scratching at George's leering face as he attempted to press his salivating lips to hers. He was holding her down with his knee in her stomach as he dodged her flailing fingernails.

"Stop it," he said, backhanding her across the mouth. She tasted the blood on her tongue and gagged.

George's hand was at his crotch, ripping his zipper down and grabbing hold of his throbbing member.

George's cock was rock-hard, full mast – he was going to fuck the cockteasing little bitch with his man tool.

Cindy's piercing laugh broke the silence in the deserted vacuum cleaner shop.

"Shut up," George yelled at her, trying to force her thighs apart.

Cindy's high-pitched, girlish laughter cut into his brain like a machete.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" George yelled, covering his ears as the girl rolled loose from his grip on the floor and laughed hysterically at his waning hard-on.

"Stop," George whimpered, falling to his knees on the floor and holding his now pitifully inept pecker between his fingers trying his damnedest to urge it back to tumescence.

Cindy gurgled the last of the blood from her mouth and swallowed it as she pulled her ripped panties up over her at-the-moment unfucked pussy.

"You stupid shit," she said, "you've torn my best panties."

"I'll buy you new ones," George whined, pulling at his flaccid dick. "All you want. Let me fuck you, Cindy. Let me, let me."

"Go fuck a vacuum cleaner hose," she said, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Cindy, please," George said, sinking to the floor, his cock hanging limply from his open fly.

"Cindy, please, my ass," she said. "You no account scum bag, woman-sponging mongrel. You can't even fuck me – your damned cock done gave out."

The hated sound of her laughter rang through his ears like a silver bell, tearing into his brain and sending a cold shiver through his balls.

"You can't fuck me – you can't fuck me – you can't fuck anybody, you sore loser."

"Stop it, stop it, please stop it," George cried, mortified as he looked down at his useless cock, now soft and shriveling between his legs.

"Billy can fuck me," she taunted. "Billy fucks good – yeah, my brother Billy, the hot little stud. He can fuck up a storm. He can rip a girl's pussy open and ram his man meat all the way inside. Billy's a man – a real man – which is more than you'll ever be, you fucking scum bag, shit head."

Cindy spat on him as he groveled at her feet.

"Please, baby, please," George whimpered gripping her ankle and clutching it. He shot his head down to her shoe and began licking and kissing it.

"Please, please, please, please," he whined, slurping her shiny shoe as she looked down on the pitiful wreck at her feet.

George felt the slow movement of her leg as she stepped back and pointed her toe towards his mouth.

"Lick it, you son of a bitch," Cindy said, snarling her pretty lips as she looked down at the miserable man at her feet. "Lick my shoe, lick it clean – and if you do it real good," she continued with a slicing undertone, "if you do it really good, I'll let you suck my pussy – maybe. Now lick, you asshole, lick my fucking shoe."

George looked up into Cindy's flashing eyes. He knew that she meant it – and he knew that it turned her on to have him lower himself in this way before her.

Maybe this was the way, he thought to himself. Maybe this was the only way now.

"That's right," Cindy smiled, watching George bend forward and apply his tongue to the sole of her shoe. "Lick it all clean, dog – and I'll throw you a bone."

George felt a warm surge in his groin as he tasted the grit on the bottom of Cindy's shoe. His cock was beginning to get hard.

"This is it," Esther said, "this is all yours now."

She lay back on the master bed and looked at the hungry youth at the foot.

"Climb up and claim it," she said, spreading herself open to Billy: Billy, the stud she had always sought.

"You're beautiful," Billy said, looking at the lush treasure that was being offered. "Really beautiful."

"I bet you say that to all your mothers," Esther smirked.

Billy grinned. Not only was she hot and his, she had a sense of humor.

They were going to have a great time.

Billy unbuckled his belt and let it drop when it was undone. He reached for the zipper on his pants and pulled.

His pants dropped and his thick cock sprang out as he slid his pants down and off.

"That's right," Esther said, enjoying the sight of the hot boy who was stripping to mount her.

Billy's clothes fell away as Esther writhed on the bed awaiting his entry. Her cunt was ripe and ready for his young, hard dick. Never again would she have to endure George and his attempts to satisfy her. Now she had a real man who could bring her passion to overflowing and satisfy a real woman's needs.

"Come on, baby," Esther said, opening her arms to accept the naked young man who was crawling between her legs, his cock rampant and randy.

"Do you think you can take it?" Billy asked, looking down at the spitting cock flopping from his crotch. "Do you think you can take it every day – every morning, every night – and odd afternoons when I have time?"

The feel of Billy's cock sliding along the parted, moist lips of her spread and pulsing vagina sent shivers up her spine as though ice water were flooding her asshole.

"Fuck me, Billy," she cried, "fuck your mother – fuck me – fuck me – fuck me."

Billy rammed his cock into his own mother's lush pussy, taking his place as a man – a place his own father could never fill.

Esther gasped.

At last, she thought to herself. At last I've got a man who can give me what I need. He may be young – but that's what I need, a hard young man's cock to fuck my hot pussy – the harder and longer the better.

Billy was no longer a kid.